This is better than my birthday.
Something big is going to happen, and all I have to do is ask for it.
Simple, in theory. Reality opens a whole 'nother question - how will I know to ask for it if I don't know what it is?
You see the problem here. I might ask for the wrong thing, and this wonderful expectation will go down the drain like the baby with the bathwater.
As an aside, never sing to your baby when you're taking her out of the bath. I did, and now my child - at age 36 - still hates to see swirling water. I refuse to believe it has anything to do with the little ditty I sang as the bath water drained. "Oh my goodness, oh my soul, there goes Dana down that hole."
Who knew it would settle into her psyche? Maybe I deserve to have this expectation go down the drain since I made my child paranoid about swirling water, but I think after 35 years, she'd be over it. Specially since that was the least of the awful stuff I did - awful as I look back on it, but normal as I did it.
When we went to the mountains, I'd never take her into those outdoor privies with the long, stinky hole because she wiggled too much and I didn't want to drop her in. I was right in my concern. Once at a Montgomery Ward store, she needed to go, so I held her over the seat, she wiggled and I dropped her. Shocking, yes, but I was so grateful we were at a flush toilet and I could easily pull her out, I could only laugh.
Laughing at a 2-year-old stuck in a toilet only intensified her attitude. She pulled herself out of the pot, pulled up her little underwear - crookedly, I might add - and took off. Her dress sagged and dripped where it wasn't tucked into the undies pulled up at an angle. She might have been the first ever to wear what looked like a thong.
A few years later, I dumped her out of the wagon as we raced down a hill and around a corner. Again, who knew the wagon wouldn't pull directly behind me? She didn't get scarred up as much on that as the time she rode her bike into the driveway and hit some blip in the concrete and went heels over head over the front of her bike.
Face it, she didn't like it when I laughed at her, and any good mother would have remembered that. I just was so grateful none of these things hurt her badly, I could only laugh.
But what if all this comes back to bite my behind now on the eve of something wonderful happening if only I ask for it?
I know it will happen, I know it. For 35 years, every time I dreamed about this certain person, it meant whatever I wanted I couldn't have. He was my seventh-grade crush, and I couldn't have him, and every time I dream about him, I know it means whatever I want I can't have.
Only last Sunday night I dreamed about him, and he actually spoke to me, saying, "If you want me to sit by you, just ask," and then he sat with me on the bench in our air bus waiting to take off.
He said all I had to do was ask, so I know there's something big out there waiting for me and all I have to do is ask for it. I just don't know what to ask for.
So long friends, until the next time when we're together.
Contact Sandy Mickelson at (515) 573-2141 or firstname.lastname@example.org